Worms have played a more important part in the history of the world than humans would at first suppose.
(Charles Darwin)
Even the outpost strategy didn’t work. One was forced to abandon one source of raw materials after another. The lines of communication had proven to be the weak spots. They were too long to keep them reliably open. Without resident population, the task was truly gargantuan. And – to be honest – Mexico, with its much reduced population, wasn’t reliant on them. President Cárdenas had reluctantly agreed to the new conception.
For Victoria Keller it meant her job was due to end once liquidation had been finalised. Cárdenas had told her he wanted her as new energy minister, but she was still wavering. Was that really what she wanted? Rather not… Okay, freedom was a delicate matter. Her present job provided her with freedom to act and to achieve something; being a minister in Ciudad de México would bode freedom from poverty, but leave hardly any window of action.
True, achievement had been missing lately, but nevertheless… Money never had meant much to her. Being bribed into oblivion by the oil and gas industry wasn’t her lifetime dream. Where was the next adventure? She was still young and healthy. Returning home was out of question; the family would kill her softly. The Panchists, however, weren’t any better. They were stiffs.
It seemed to be time to move on. The US – well, Texas – was enticing. They were sponsoring the Cuban adventure. An experiment to repopulate lost land, that was really interesting her. Not the Opaque Woodlands, down south; that had no power. The poor Indians and their project were past all hope. But Cuba was supported by Texan big money, there ought to be momentum…
(Charles Darwin)
Even the outpost strategy didn’t work. One was forced to abandon one source of raw materials after another. The lines of communication had proven to be the weak spots. They were too long to keep them reliably open. Without resident population, the task was truly gargantuan. And – to be honest – Mexico, with its much reduced population, wasn’t reliant on them. President Cárdenas had reluctantly agreed to the new conception.
For Victoria Keller it meant her job was due to end once liquidation had been finalised. Cárdenas had told her he wanted her as new energy minister, but she was still wavering. Was that really what she wanted? Rather not… Okay, freedom was a delicate matter. Her present job provided her with freedom to act and to achieve something; being a minister in Ciudad de México would bode freedom from poverty, but leave hardly any window of action.
True, achievement had been missing lately, but nevertheless… Money never had meant much to her. Being bribed into oblivion by the oil and gas industry wasn’t her lifetime dream. Where was the next adventure? She was still young and healthy. Returning home was out of question; the family would kill her softly. The Panchists, however, weren’t any better. They were stiffs.
It seemed to be time to move on. The US – well, Texas – was enticing. They were sponsoring the Cuban adventure. An experiment to repopulate lost land, that was really interesting her. Not the Opaque Woodlands, down south; that had no power. The poor Indians and their project were past all hope. But Cuba was supported by Texan big money, there ought to be momentum…
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